Well, Pappu might dance; Hippopotamus can't.

First things first. Did i spell the hippo thing right ? I know that dance is way to express your state of mind and all that blah blah. But right now the situation with your boy is something like this.Your boy, all excited and all elated, goes to some dance practice and returns with disappointment written all over his face. So, yeah, you got it right. Hippo is me in this story.

I know that this is the first time I have done something like this and i am not supposed to be feel low, and i am supposed to take positives from it..that i have atleast given a try. But in my heart of hearts i know that this is just the beginning. I know i have the musical sense in me, its just getting conditioned to the tune and swinging to the rhythm. And i also know that expecting myself to perform in a theme dance , and pushing myself to synchronize with extremely conditioned dancers is a herculean task. Especially for a first timer like me. So, promptly after the first try , with the intention of not spoiling the group's rhythm, I quit. But this is just a good start for the dancer in me.

So, let the swinging and tapping rule the roost !!!